Moves

Here comes the glare

Here comes the glare

I cannot see, I cannot see

When you appear, you dazzle

Poor me, pity on me

Why don't I know

How to make those moves?

I picked your face

From a thousand smiles

And now the knees

They start to shake

And all the people

Take a look

And once again

I'm thinking

Poor me, pitiful me

Why don't I know

How to make those moves?

I picked your face

From a thousand smiles

And stand there vacant

Rooted to the stupid floor

And too scared to think

Get out the door

Water, running down my back

Is this what it's like

Before the soldiers attach?

I'm gonna sharpen up my act

I'm gonna get ya

Poor me, pity for me

Why don't I know

How to make those moves?

I picked your face

From a thousand smiles

Trying to be the invisible man

And so scared, in case you don't see who I am

I don't want the label of an also ran

I wanna be the guy

With the flowers

And the champagne

Other guys run around

They pick and choose

I choose you

And I don't want to lose

I want you

To alleviate my blues

Just as long as you talk to me

Just as long as you talk to me

Poor me, pity on me

Why don't I know

How to make those moves?

I picked your face

From a thousand smiles

Why don't I know how to make you mine?